Morgana Lefay - Victim of the Inqisition Lyrics

Oh, my dear beloved Anne
I write you in blood
From my wounded finger nails
In my cell, in gods hell
I'm waiting for more torture
And a certain death - fur sure

Through these wet walls of stone
I can hear their pain-machines
And the screams from all the dying
Believe me - I am - innocent I swear
It's true, but I can't take it any more
I confess - just to get relieved